I don’t have to sell my soul
He’s already in me
I don’t need to sell my soul
He’s already in me
I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored
I don’t have to sell my soul
He’s already in me
I don’t need to sell my soul
He’s already in me
I wanna be adored
I wanna be adored
Adored
I wanna be adored
You adore me
You adore me
You adore me
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
Wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be adored
I wanna
I wanna
I gotta be adored
I wanna be adored... I might add that I used to listen to this tape on the last leg of my five hour trip from Chicagoland to Bloomington when my daughter was at IU in the early nineties. It got to be something of a ritual, even if it was only repeated five or six times.
The funny part is that her freshman year she went early to some kind of pre-freshman seminar, and one of the available topics was the History of Atomism. She didn't choose that one, but just reading the blurb in the catalogue inflamed my jealous feeling that I was the one who should be going to college. What was happening? And now ... ?